Chapter 17:
Bite Marks
Kiba woke up first, his eyes settling on Sakura's peaceful, sleeping face. He noticed, with a soft chuckle, that she snored - and quite loudly at that.
Akamaru peeked in, his nose twitching, having heard him get up. He nudged Kiba, complaining that the fire had gone out. Kiba groaned in response, feeling too comfortable and warm to move.
"Alright, alright," he murmured softly, not wanting to disturb Sakura. He shifted slightly, trying to maintain their cozy cocoon of warmth. "Why don't you light the fire yourself?"
Akamaru huffed, giving Kiba a look of mild exasperation before padding off. Kiba smiled, sinking back into the warmth of the moment, pulling Sakura a little closer.
The movement woke her up. She opened her eyes to see the sun shining through the closed window. It was still cold, but Kiba was sharing his warmth with her. She turned around to find him looking at her, and he smiled.
"Morning," he murmured.
She blushed, her cheeks warming at the sight of his affectionate gaze.
"Good morning," she whispered back, her voice still thick with sleep. The softness of the moment, combined with the gentle light filtering in, made her feel both shy and content.
Kiba reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Did you sleep well?"
She nodded, her blush deepening. "Yes, I did. And you?"
He chuckled softly. "Best sleep I've had in a while."
Sakura's heart fluttered at his words, feeling a surge of happiness at the thought of being the reason for his contentment. She snuggled closer, savoring the warmth and the quiet intimacy of the morning.
Kiba cuddled closer, wrapping his arms around her as they settled into a comfortable embrace. "Do you know you snore?"
"No I don't," she insisted, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, and her heart raced with the intensity of her resurfacing emotions. She turned, and her lips found his in a tender kiss. She wanted to kiss him more, to lose herself completely once more. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate.
Her hands moved to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as she pulled him closer. She could feel his escalating heartbeat against her chest. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that demanded more.
She broke the kiss for a moment, her breath coming in soft gasps as she looked into his eyes. "Kiba," she whispered, her voice filled with longing, "I... I want you."
His eyes darkened with desire in response. "I want you too," he murmured, his voice husky.
His hands roamed over her naked body, tracing the curves that he was slowly getting acquainted with. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure through her, making her ache for more.
Her body responded eagerly, arching into his touch as his exploration became urgent. Their kisses grew more fervent. Sakura's hands roamed his back, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath her fingertips. She wanted him to do more things to her, to make her feel even more.
She moved on top of him, her desire and confidence palpable. His excitement knew no bounds. His eyes were filled with admiration and lust as he watched her trying to gain control.
With a teasing smile, Sakura leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. She slowly made her way down his body, planting soft kisses on his chest and stomach, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through him.
"I want to make you feel good," she whispered.
Kiba's breath hitched as she took his already hardened member into her mouth. Waves of pleasure rocked his body, and he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as her mouth moved. Her tongue swirled around him, her lips creating a perfect seal that heightened his arousal with every stroke.
"Sakura..." he moaned, his voice thick with desire. The sight of her, the feel of her, was driving him completely wild.
She glanced up at him, her eyes dark with lust as she took him deeper, savoring the way his body responded to her touch. The sounds of his pleasure fueled her own excitement. When she felt he was on the edge, she pulled back, leaving him gasping for breath.
She moved up his body, her hands caressing his chest as she positioned herself carefully. She could feel his hardness pressing against her entrance, and she paused for a moment, looking into his eyes.
"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
Kiba's hands moved to her hips, guiding her as she slowly lowered herself onto him. His shaft was sticky with her saliva, and she found herself sink onto him quite easily. The sensation was electrifying, and they both gasped as he slowly filled her completely. She took a moment to adjust, feeling the exquisite pleasure of their connected genitalia.
They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that felt natural. Kiba's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her.
Their breaths mingled, their moans echoing through the room as they lost themselves in each other. He threw his head back at the overwhelming pleasure they were creating together, his jaw tightening. He cupped her breasts tightly.
Her pace quickened, hips moving with a fervent desire that matched his own. He held her hips as he lifted himself up, his mouth parted open as he aided her, thrusting hard enough to almost send her flying.
The intensity built and she gasped loudly as his teeth grazed her skin, his grip tightening, if possible, even further. The resultant thrusts from him as he replied her were hard enough to almost knock her out and she felt herself slip away from reality once more.
The heat between them built to an almost unbearable level as he gripped her even more tightly as he led the finish, and they both knew they were nearing the climax.
"Sakura," Kiba gasped, his voice raw with need.
"Yes, Kiba," she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation as she pushed her head down and gripped his shoulders tightly, digging in her fingernails.
She finally reached the peak of her pleasure and screamed. With a final, powerful thrust, he followed soon after. Their cries of ecstasy filled the room, their bodies trembling as they rode the waves of their orgasm together.
Sakura was already collapsed onto Kiba's chest as he had led the finish, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat.
Kiba hugged her closer, feeling her warmth against his skin, their bodies still connected.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured, "I... I didn't pull out in time."
Sakura smiled softly, her hand gently stroking his cheek. "It's alright. I'll just take a pill from the hospital. Don't worry about it. If... umm... We'll be doing this regularly, I need a more... uh... viable solution prescribed anyway."
They lay there, entwined and content, basking in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.
"I really loved riding you, being on top," she continued, smiling blissfully, breathing still heavy. "I feel more in control of my own orgasm that way."
His own heavy breathing was the only response as he absorbed her words. He was captivated by her confidence and the way she expressed her desires so openly, a welcome change. Suddenly, a warm glow spread through the room, and Kiba glanced towards the fire.
"Looks like Akamaru finally got the fire going," he said with a smile, revealing his fangs once more as he continued catching his breath.
Sakura looked at him thoughtfully, her fingers tentatively reaching to feel his pointed fangs. "Kiba, why do you always control yourself from biting me too hard? Are you afraid you'll hurt me?"
Kiba blushed, his ears turning a shade of red. "Reflex I guess. I try to contain it. I... umm... am courting you. In our clan's tradition, we mark our mates with a bite. It's like getting engaged or even married, depending where you are in the relationship."
Sakura,nodded in understanding. "I see," she said softly. "Like Kurenai-sensei is marked by Asuma-sensei?"
He nodded. "The Sarutobi clan's ways are different. They promise with fire. We, we bite."
"Really?" she asked in surprise. "I heard your clan... umm... marks in... pee."
He burst out laughing, his chest rumbling beneath her head as she continued looking at him in concern.
"Kinky, but no. That's to mark our territory," he explained. "And the love bites we exchange during sex are relatively harmless because no chakra or promises are involved. But if I were to bite you deeply and leave my teeth marks on your neck, it would show everyone that we're exclusive, like a promise ring in modern terms. The chakra exchanged would ensure the bite leaves a scar and it would respond to me when we're near, creating a... well, it clouds our brains with want and lust and create a mind-blowing mating experience from what I've heard."
He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Although, I do wonder what could be more mind-blowing than what we've already experienced. But from what I know, that's supposed to be the natural way. Or perhaps the old geezers who've passed this on were just extremely horny and kinky, that's what I reckon."
"I see," she said softly. "I love it when you bite me though. And the restraint you showed was incredibly sexy and the suspense turned me on even more. I... ahh... really like it when you bite me."
He leaned in, kissing her deeply, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace.
They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of the fire.
Kiba was jerked awake in surprise once again as Akamaru whined softly, his tone a clear complaint. The large dog was restless once more, nudging Kiba's leg insistently. Kiba blinked, groggy, his arms still wrapped tightly around Sakura, who was spooned against him, her warmth nestled perfectly in his embrace.
He had no idea when or how they had both fallen asleep again, his exhaustion deep and satisfying. For once, he wanted to sleep through without being disturbed.
Kiba groaned, annoyed, his body reluctant to move, still savoring the feeling of having Sakura so close. Sex was exhausting.
Akamaru let out a sharper whine, his nose nudging Kiba again.
"I hear you," Kiba growled under his breath, clearly irritated. "Why can't you go out and hunt something for yourself and give me some privacy while you're at it? You're a hunter, dammit!"
Akamaru gave an offended growl back, then turned to stomp off in frustration, making a dramatic exit.
The sudden exchange woke Sakura, her eyes fluttering open as she jolted up slightly, startled. "What happened?" she mumbled, still half-asleep, her voice soft and laced with the remnants of her dream. "What're you both growling about?"
Kiba sighed, pulling her back into the crook of his arm, his chest rumbling as he spoke. "Akamaru's threatening to eat everything we have if I don't get up soon," he explained, his tone both annoyed and amused. "Apparently, it's way past our usual breakfast time."
Sakura stretched languidly. "I'm so sorry," she yawned.
Kiba frowned, surprised by her apology. He tilted her chin up so their eyes met, his gaze filled with tenderness. "Why are you sorry?" he asked, his intense gaze catching her off guard. "You're the reason he's actually so well-behaved today. He would've attacked me otherwise."
"I made us fall asleep again," she mumbled, stifling another yawn.
"I haven't slept this soundly in ages." His lips found her forehead, pressing a gentle kiss there. "Waking up next to you… it's like a dream come true."
Sakura's cheeks flushed at his words, her heart racing. She looked away shyly, unable to hold his stare, her mind spinning with the tenderness in his voice. It was overwhelming - his honesty, the raw emotion she could feel radiating from him.
Kiba studied her reaction, his brow furrowing slightly. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft but probing.
"I…" Sakura hesitated, biting her lip as she searched for the right words. But the truth was, she wasn't sure how to express what she was feeling. The lingering intimacy from the night before, the warmth of his body next to hers, and the way he was looking at her now stirred a now familiar longing within her - a desire she hadn't expected to resurface so soon.
He tilted his head confusedly as the silence stretched. Without thinking, she pressed her body closer to his, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest as she buried her face in his neck. He inhaled sharply, his body responding to the closeness, to the way her breath tickled his skin. The subtle shift in her body language was unmistakable, and he felt it immediately - her desire for him, her need for more. His arms tightened around her, pulling her fully on top of him now, the weight of her body sending a familiar thrill through him.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked down at him, her fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, her eyes, filled with longing, said everything she couldn't.
His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "I see," he murmured, his hands sliding up her sides, his thumbs grazing her naked skin. "You're not quite ready to get up yet, are you?"
Sakura's cheeks burned even hotter, but she didn't shy away this time. Instead, she leaned down, her lips grazing his, her breath hitching as the tension between them mounted.
Kiba's hands moved lower, gripping her hips as he shifted beneath her, his body stirring with the same need. "Akamaru's going to be pissed," he muttered, his voice low and filled with desire as he tugged her closer. "But this guy can't say no to you," he said, gesturing towards his penis.
Sakura smiled, a soft laugh escaping her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.
It was slow at first, but the heat between them quickly reignited. Kiba groaned softly against her lips, his hands exploring her curves with a renewed hunger. Sakura's hands tangled in his hair, her heart pounding.
She straddled him, her body moving fluidly with his once more. Her breath came in soft gasps, and his responding groans reverberated like low thunder, a sign of the pleasure building inside him. His hands reached up to squeeze her bouncing breasts as he continued to look at her with a heated intensity, sweat trickling and hair sticking.
Her movements were slow and deliberate. This time, their lovemaking stretched on, lingering in each touch and movement. His body felt as if it had craved her for ages, and every thrust was filled with a primal hunger that had long been unsated. He called her name like a breathless mantra, his pleasure knowing no bounds.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her, but soon he couldn't contain himself any longer. With a swift motion, he flipped her over onto her back, pulling her close. Their lips met, fierce and needy, melting into each other with each kiss.
Gripping her shoulders for leverage, he began moving again, deeper and more urgently. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through them both, a rising tide they could no longer resist. Her soft moans became more urgent as his movements quickened. His breath grew ragged, and when he finally neared his peak, he slowed, savoring every last moment.
In a final surge of release, he pulled out just as his body gave in. He groaned, low and deep, his muscles tensing, the pleasure so intense it almost bordered on pain. His entire body seemed to unravel as he surrendered to the moment and spasmed, collapsing beside her, both of them breathless and spent.
Kiba stretched, his muscles tired but content, his breath still heavy from their passionate moments together. He chuckled softly, glancing over at Sakura who looked equally relaxed.
"I don't feel like going back home," she groaned softly, snuggling closer to him.
Kiba smiled, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. "We've got time. We can have breakfast - or rather lunch - on the way back. But I'm guessing you'll want to shower first?"
Sakura's eyes lit up at the suggestion, a mischievous glint in her gaze. "I do, but… doesn't mean we can't enjoy it together?"
Kiba groaned, both amused and a little nervous at the thought. "I need some time to recharge," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "I mean… jeez Sakura. Two times already since waking up takes a lot out of me, and we haven't even gotten up yet."
She giggled, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Well, it's fun and so... natural? I'm actually learning quite a lot."
"I wish I could last longer," he said, blushing. "This is embarrassing. I'll have to eat twice as much just to keep up with you and your energy. Or perhaps eat you right now instead."
Now it was her turn to blush. "We just need practice. But... you were right you know. You're... very good at that. Perhaps I can also... aid you."
Kiba looked at her with a mixture of adoration and mischief. "Well, if you put it that way… I guess we should... you know... keep practicing. Akamaru can wait some more."
They finally got up, and she took his hand and led the way to the bathroom. The small, rustic cabin had an old-fashioned charm, but the bathroom was cozy, with a simple shower tucked into one corner.
The sound of running water filled the space as steam began to rise, filling the room with warmth.
Kiba stepped in behind Sakura, his arms wrapping around her waist as the warm water cascaded over them. The feel of her skin against his, slick with water, was both comforting and exhilarating. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, his hands resting on her hips as they stood together under the spray.
For a moment, neither spoke, simply enjoying the closeness, the quietness of the moment. Sakura turned around slowly, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the wet strands of his hair. She pulled him into a soft, lingering kiss, their movements unhurried, savoring the peace of their surroundings.
"I could stay like this forever," Sakura murmured, her lips brushing against his.
Kiba smiled, resting his forehead against hers. "Me too."
Sakura met Ino for their usual catch-up at The Hidden Brew, excited to recount the full details of her romantic getaway with Kiba, as well as hear hers.
"So, about your magical night with Shikamaru the night of the party…," Sakura began, leaning in with a playful smirk. "A little puppy told me you might've left out a few important details."
Ino sighed, knowing she couldn't hide anything from Sakura for long. "Alright, alright," she said, rolling her eyes. "It wasn't exactly as amazing as I'd hoped. In fact…it was kind of awkward." She sighed once more, stirring her tea, the spoon clinking against the ceremic cup the only sound as Sakura waited patiently.
"It wasn't that fun. We tried, but it wouldn't happen. I think he was nervous. So we just decided to cuddle and talk. There I was, a naked girl, fully inviting him to have his way with me, yet all we could do was talk. Not that it wasn't fun but still."
Sakura laughed, not at Ino's misfortune, but at how relatable the whole situation was. "The same thing happened with me, but a part of me is glad it didn't happen that day. It takes time to figure things out, you know. Perhaps it was drunkenness and exhaustion."
"But we finally did it on Friday night," Ino continued, trying to judge Sakura's expression. "I guess you did it too, if those obvious bite marks all over your skin are any indication. Not to mention you look as satisfied as a fat cat who swallowed a bunch of mice."
"Don't lie this time pig," Sakura said, blowing the steam from her own tea and testing the temperature by taking a cautious sip. "And stop deflecting. What really happened?"
"Fine! Jeez. We managed to do it, but I didn't like it," Ino finally confessed. "The whole thing was clunky, and honestly, my head kept banging against the headboard. It was just - ugh. I've decided that sex isn't as amazing as people make it out to be."
"Are you kidding me, it's absolutely amazing!" Sakura exclaimed. "I think you both were stressing too much about it being perfect instead of letting it just happen."
"Of course. He is such an overthinker. And I'm the fantasizer. I kept having to remind him that we weren't on a mission," she sighed in exasperation.
"Maybe next time you should try being on top. That way, you'll have more control." Sakura grinned, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "Let's just say… being on top has its perks."
Ino chuckled as she sipped her tea. "I guess you have a point. That might help… And what about you and Kiba? How was the getaway? Apparently you had a lot more fun than I did."
Sakura leaned forward again, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Okay, so you know how Kiba and I went off to that cabin, right? It was everything I needed and more. Honestly, it was… intense."
Ino leaned forward again as well, intrigued. "How so?"
"Let's just say, after our first round, things got even better," she sighed. "He was insatiable, Ino. The way he looked at me, touched me - it was like I couldn't get enough. It's not like they show in manga, that the sex lasts for hours on end. It's actually in short bursts throughout the day, and you have to work for it, which in all honesty is most of the fun. And I felt in control too. Trust me, being on top? It changes everything. You should really try it. You can set the pace, the rhythm… It's like you're the one calling the shots, and believe me, it makes things so much better."
Ino's curiosity was clearly piqued, though she tried to play it cool. "Okay, okay, but what about you? Did you feel… I don't know, more connected? Like, emotionally or whatever?"
Sakura nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, actually. I felt… powerful. Like I could lead the whole experience, but also, it was more intimate because I could see everything - his reactions, how much he was enjoying it. And we were in sync. I could tell what he wanted without him saying a word, and he knew exactly how to respond to me. It was… freeing. I wasn't just lying there waiting for something to happen."
Ino was quiet for a moment, processing Sakura's words. "I guess I never thought about it that way. Maybe that's what's been missing… I just felt out of place, like I didn't know what to do, and that made everything feel awkward."
Sakura placed a reassuring hand on Ino's. "Trust me, next time, try taking the lead. It might feel weird at first, but once you get into it, it's a game-changer. You're more in control of your own orgasm. Plus, Shikamaru's so laid-back and lazy, I'm sure he wouldn't mind at all."
Ino laughed, finally relaxing. "You're probably right. He'd just go along with it. But in all honesty, I never expected Kiba of all people to be submissive at all. Did you actually orgasm?"
Sakura smirked as she leaned in closer to Ino, her voice dropping even lower. "Oh, about that."
Ino was fully engrossed. "What? Spill it, come on."
Sakura giggled, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Three, maybe four times. Well, let's just say Kiba definitely knows how to use his tongue."
Ino nearly choked on her drink. "Okay, now I'm officially jealous. Here I am with Shikamaru, and half the time he's overthinking things or looking like he's calculating something looking at my body, and you've got Kiba eating you?"
Sakura shrugged, though her expression was still smug. "What can I say? The guy's got instincts. Maybe it's the whole Inuzuka clan thing, being in tune with his senses, or maybe just experience. But trust me, it's so worth it."
Ino groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. "Why didn't I know this sooner? You've been holding out on me, forehead girl! No wonder that girl Precious wouldn't let go of him, I heard."
Sakura laughed. "I'm telling you now, aren't I? And hey, maybe just give Shikamaru a little nudge in the right direction. You never know what he might be capable of if you guide him a bit."
Ino sighed, but a smile tugged at her lips. "Well, I guess if you and Kiba can figure it out, there's hope for me yet. Just don't be surprised if I call you up for more tips."
Sakura winked. "Anytime."
